No. 99
SAINTS, St. Paul
Lead us, great teacher Paul
Translated from the Latin
From a Slovak Hymnal
Slowly
1.
Lead us, great teacher Paul, in wisdom's ways,
And lift our hearts with thine to heav'n's high throne,
Till faith beholds the clear meridian blaze,
And in the soul reigns charity alone.
2.
Praise, blessing, majesty, thro' endless days,
Be to the Trinity immortal giv'n,
Who in pure unity profoundly sways,
Eternally all things in earth and Heav'n.
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No. 100
SAINTS, St. Anthony of Padua
If great wonders thou desirest
(Si quaeris)
Translated by Father Aylward, O. P.
Melody from a Slovak Hymnal
Andante moderato
1.
If great wonders thou desirest,
Hopeful to Saint Anthony pray;
Error, Satan, wants the direst,
Death and pest his will obey,
And the sick, who beg his pity,
From their couches haste away.
2.
Young and old are ever singing,
Praises to Saint Anthony bringing;
Stormy ocean calms its passion,
Bonds and fetters break in twain,
Treasures lost and limbs disabled,
These his pow'r restores again.
3.
Padua has been the witness
Of these deeds six hundred years;
Dangers flee and need must perish,
Grief and sorrow disappear,
Filling all the world with wonder,
While the demons quake with fear.
4.
Glory be to God the Father
And to His coequal Son,
To the Holy Ghost resplendent;
One in Three--Three in One;
Praise we Father, Son and Spirit
While eternal ages run.
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No. 101
SAINTS, St. John Baptist De La Salle
Glorious Patron
Sr. Mercedes
J. Lewis Browne
1.
Glorious Patron! Low before Thee
Kneel Thy sons, with hearts aflame!
And out voices blend in music,
Singing praises to thy name.
Saint John Baptist! Glorious Patron!
Saint La Salle we sound thy fame.
2.
Loyal to our Queen and Mother,
At her feet didst vow thy heart,
Earth, and all its joys, forsaking,
Thou didst choose the better part.
Saint La Salle, our glorious Father,
Pierce our souls with love's one dart.
3.
Model of the Christian teacher!
Patron of the Christian youth!
Lead us all to heights of glory,
As we strive in earnest ruth.
Saint La Salle! Oh, guard and guide use,
As we spread afar the Truth!
4.
In this life of sin and sorrow,
Saint La Salle, oh, guide our way,
In the hour of dark temptation,
Father! Be our spirit's stay!
Take our hand and lead us homeward,
Saint La Salle, to Heav'ns bright day!
Copyright MCMXIII by The Gilbert Music Co.
By Permission
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No. 102
SAINTS, St, Francis of Assisi
Blessed Francis, holy Father
Patron of Franciscan Tertiaries
From the Fransciscan Manual
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr by N. A. M.
Con Anima
1.
Blessed Francis, holy father,
Now our hearts to thee we raise,
As we gather 'round thine altar,
Pouring forth our hymns of praise.
Bless thy children, holy Francis,
Who thy mighty help implore,
For in heaven thou remainest,
Still the father of the poor.
2.
By thy love so deep and burning,
For thy Saviour crucified;
By the tokens which He gave thee
On thy hands and feet and side:
Bless thy children, holy Francis,
With those wounded hands of thine,
From thy glorious throne in heaven
Where resplendently they shine.
3.
Humble follower of Jesus.
Likened to Him in thy birth,
In thy way thro' life despising,
For His sake the goods of earth:
Make us love the priceless virtue
By our hidden God esteemed,
Make it valued, holy Francis,
By the souls of the redeemed.
4.
Teach us also, dear Saint Francis,
How to mourn for ev'ry sin;
May we walk in thy dear footsteps
Till the crown of life we win.
Bless thy children, holy Francis,
With those wounded hands of thine,
From thy glorious throne in heaven,
Where resplendently they shine.
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No. 103
SAINTS, St. John the Evangelist
Saint of the Sacred Heart
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani
Andante
1.
Saint of the Sacred Heart,
Sweet teacher of the Word;
Partner of Mary's woes
And fav'rite of thy Lord!
Thou to whom grace was giv'n
To stand where Peter fell,
Whose heart could brook the Cross
Of Him it loved so well!
2.
We know not all thy gifts;
But this Christ bids us see,
That He Who so loved all
Found more to love in thee.
When the last evening came,
Thy head was on His Breast,
Pillowed on earth where now
In heav'n the Saints find rest.
3.
Dear Saint I stand far off
With vilest sins oppressed;
Oh may I dare, like thee,
To lean upon His Brest?
His touch could heal the sick,
His voice could raise the dead!
Oh that my soul might be
Where He allows thy head.
4.
The gifts He gave to thee
He gave thee to impart;
And I, too, claim with thee
His Mother and His Heart.
Ah teach me, then, dear Saint!
The secrets Christ taught thee,
The beatings of His Heart,
And how it beat for me.
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